I’m at work thinking about how I never posted this and wondering why I didn’t. I guess it’s because it wasn’t finished to my liking and I never like to post anything that I don’t feel 100 about. But I reconsidered and figured you guys will let me know if I need to go back and revise my words. Plus vulnerability is at the heart of writing so I’ll take the plunge today.

Like some of you these are not my experiences, but I’ve definitely seen parts of it from the women around me. People always tell you that there are two sides to every story. Some had to learn the hard way that there are three.

Mine. His. And hers.

MINE:

The picture was so so perfect
The way you made me feel
Like you deserved it
My love, yes boy, you had earned it
Woke up with a smile
‘Cause you had put me to sleep so many times
I was your worship
Yes, it was perfect
Bragging to my girls about the man you had become
So proud to say he’s mine
Nobody had him once
‘Cause I had him all the time
Loving cloud nine and how it blinded my vision
When your phone rang private and you said wrong number
Damn right I believed it
I don’t know when it switched and the fog broke up
I guess when I heard you on the phone
Saying baby don’t go, I just want your love
I denied it at first
Then I blamed myself
I wanted to blame her
But now I know it was you and no one else
Surprisingly I didn’t freak out
When I called back her number
I didn’t even drop the phone
When she answered, “baby are you coming back over?”
I must admit my heart sank when she thought I was you
I paused for two seconds
Then proceeded to get to know her

HERS:

I can hear her voice anxiously telling you baby come home
She’s on the phone and she’s crying because it’s you that she owns
And the worst part of it all
Is that you were mine for tonight
But I just thought you might
Get to be mine more than twice
And I know I shouldn’t have let you slip deep into my love
But one smile is all it took
Your scent was all I was thinking of
Now comes the part where I get to feel her pain
Because you’re about to wake me out my sleep and tell me you have to leave this place again
You’ve become my temporary mistake
But I wish that you would stay
‘Cause I’d rather hold you for a moment
And be wrong together
Than let go of you for good and be right forever
However
It’s been your pleasure
Not my pain that got the best of me
Even though the rest of me hesitated
Damn
I guess it’s best you leave
I shouldn’t have touched you in a way that would get me addicted
I should have listened and backed away when you said I was just your mistress
Instead I begged you to stay
While knowing what I was risking
You’re my temporary mistake
With your love I get lifted

I’m still working on HIS…sorry.

Peace.

Poetry